We sailed on the ship John B, my grandfather and me Around Nassau town we did roam Drinking all night, got into a fight Well, I feel so homesick I wanna go home
So hoist up the John B sail, see how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore, let me go home Let me go home, why don't you let me go home? Well, I feel so homesick I wanna go home
The first mate, he got drunk, broke up the people's trunk Constable had to come and take him away Sheriff John Stone, why don't you leave me alone? Well, I feel so homesick I wanna go home
Then the cook, he caught the fits, threw out all of my grits Then he took and ate up all of my corn Let me go home, why don't you let me go home? Well, this is the worst trip since I have been born
So hoist up the John B sail, see how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore, let me go home Let me go home, why don't you let me go home? Well, I feel so homesick I wanna go homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
